Ok, I want to tell you a story.
My Dad was a time served machine operator (turning, milling etc.) and worked his way up to foreman / works manager with a medium sized local engineering company. When my Mom was quite ill and had to spend a fair bit of time in hospital, Dad couldn't work all hours but had to look after the house and the baby (yours truly). The company then shat on him, downgraded him, promoted someone else to works manager and cut Dad's wages.
He told them what he thought of them and quit. He took another job with another company within walking distance of home. He was already well known to, and respected by them, and I understand they were quite incredulous. “What? You want a job? Here? Well of course there's a job for you, but we can't pay what you're worth,”
No matter, he took it as a stop-gap but had already decided to leave industry and go into teaching, so worked there while he went to night school to get his City & Guilds.
He took yet another pay cut when he started at Warley College as an assistant lecturer, then worked his way up through the grades to Senior Lecturer and then Head of Department of Industrial Engineering, responsible for at least half a dozen fairly large workshops and a good number of staff.
Sadly, engineering and manufacturing industries were already taking a nose-dive and workshops were already being closed by the time Dad was offered early retirement. Machinery was being put up for tender, so Dad decided he wanted a lathe at home and set about canibalising other machines and building himself the best lathe he could, best motor, best gearbox, etc. It was then wheeled out into the corridor, with “Scrap” painted on both ends in blue Hammerite. The handwriting looks familiar. Dad put in the highest bid for it, which wasn't a lot, I believe he got it for fifty quid (this would be 20 years ago).
Although I lost my Dad 5 years ago, Mom's still living in the same house and his garage workshop is still pretty much as he left it, and I haven't parted with any of his tools or machinery.
When Graham said that he'd received some offers by PM, the first of those was probably from myself, although I didn't want to post anything on open forum at the time, and it was entirely subject to my being able to find a suitable length of brass rod, which I wouldn't be able to check until Monday evening.
I found the rod, as I expected, it didn't take me too long to locate the necessary drills and cutting tools, I machined the first few yesterday evening, and Graham, they are now in the post. How long that takes is out of my hands.